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“Gee, thanks.”
I poured him a mug and ripped open a packet of raw sugar, dumping it into the dark brew before pushing it his way.
“Already know my coffee order? Not many know I like sugar.”
“I’ve seen you pick through a dish of sugar packets, and you seem to only like the raw kind.”
“Has a molasses kick that regular sugar doesn’t have, but most don’t notice.”
I shrugged. “You remembered I like red wine. When it’s important, you notice.”
He sat across from me. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” I topped off my coffee and stirred in more cream.
“Well, you tapped your phone and now you’ve got this little worry thing going on.” He reached over to smooth out the line between my eyes. “So what’s up?”
“I need to deal with my mother.”
“You still haven’t talked to her?”
I shook my head. “She’s already disappointed about the wedding, though she’s freezing me out about that one. Now she just wants her secretary back.”
His eyebrows shot up as he took a long swallow from his mug. “You’re her daughter.”
“I’m her social liaison.”
He stood and dragged me out of my chair, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re her daughter, first.”
I laid my head on his chest with a sigh. He was still damp and warm from the shower. “You don’t talk much about your mother either, you know.”
“My mother is…complicated. She’s more comfortable with her orchids than with people these days, but she’s still my mom. You make it sound like yours is your boss.”
“You’re not far off.”
He settled his chin on top of my head. “Maybe it’s time to quit?”
I tipped my head back. “Maybe it is.”
He dropped a kiss on my lips. “Party planning today?”
I nodded. “My to-do list has to-do lists.”
“Speaking of the garden, I didn’t get to tell you last night how amazing it looked.” He gave me a wry smile. “I was a little distracted by this.” He picked up the tail of my braid.
“Not back to the hair again.” I slapped at his hand until he dropped it. “I happen to love it. I’ve never dyed my hair before.”
“Even in college?”
“Especially not in college. Pink hair was frowned upon at Vassar.”
He laced his fingers at my lower back. “Pink?”
I shrugged. “Maybe I thought about doing pink. My hair is so blond I wouldn’t have had to bleach it like my friends.”
“But you didn’t do pink now?”
I pushed at him. “You’re making fun of me.”
